Mask work by Judith Costello
the day he left, i can still
the day he left, i can still
remember the look
of the evening
sky floating to meet
me when i emerged
from the train station,
glistening.
the five-day-old
moon held its five-day-old
smile, a frozen misfit of a
mouth, so new and already
a consummate hunter,
glistening.
.
Yi-Ching Lin
Posted over on her site Yi's Bits on "Healthy Doses"
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